The Dower House (2011)
“The coaches must have been built back in the twenties – no corridors, just six-a-side compartments, each with its own slammer of a door. The wartime years had left them battered and smutty. Through its grimy window Felix could just make out Faith in the last compartment of the last carriage – Ladies Only, No Smoking.
He whistled and waved.
She sat up with a jolt, grabbed her bag, and made it to the platform just as the guard blew his whistle and leaped aboard the caboose – no . . . the guard’s ...van – at the tail. She laughed across the five or six yards that separated them. ‘That was a bit of luck – spotting you!’ She was wearing a white lace bolero over a pale floral print dress – couture, he felt certain – a cutely angled white beret, and white kid gloves that matched her white leather shoes. No jewelry . . . oh, except for a little brooch above her left breast pocket. She seemed to float up the stairs and across the footbridge; he wondered if she had been schooled as a mannequin before she took that secretarial course.MoreLess
He whistled and waved.
She sat up with a jolt, grabbed her bag, and made it to the platform just as the guard blew his whistle and leaped aboard the caboose – no . . . the guard’s ...van – at the tail. She laughed across the five or six yards that separated them. ‘That was a bit of luck – spotting you!’ She was wearing a white lace bolero over a pale floral print dress – couture, he felt certain – a cutely angled white beret, and white kid gloves that matched her white leather shoes. No jewelry . . . oh, except for a little brooch above her left breast pocket. She seemed to float up the stairs and across the footbridge; he wondered if she had been schooled as a mannequin before she took that secretarial course.MoreLess
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